Welcome to Carista. We are an original fantasy roleplay forum set in the world of Carista -- a place where the eight different systems of control are divided across countries and oceans and blood. The systems of control are Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Ice, Plant, Health and Time -- all given to humanity in ages past.

Now, during a golden age throughout the kingdoms, rumors have come of the Loners discovering an ancient building deep underground that contains a legendary Relic that may hold the key to ultimate power or destruction. And so the race of kingdoms begin with the prize being a Relic of untold power...

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Relieving himself of the chatty older woman, he ignored the idea that he should acquaint himself with his room and instead found his way back to the door the woman had said belonged to the eldest daughter. With a quick gust of Wind, he sent his pack to the rafters and Wind Walked up the wall rapidly, swinging himself onto the dark rafters beside his pack. Shifting himself so that he could see the daughter’s door clearly, he was not surprised to have a Brother come a sit beside him for a moment to make her presence known, hood drawn over her face. The woman nodded at him in greeting, Finn returning the gesture, before she disappeared into the shadows, returning to her rounds of the palace. Drawing his own hood over his face, he settled in for a long night.

The week had been a long one. When they returned the night of the attack, the Princess changed her mind from wishing to keep as much as possible secret to coming forward with the actions of the night, though thankfully she left out a significant portion of the night concerning his healing. However, when they arrived, another Brother, the woman he saw in the rafters, offered to take his post outside the younger children’s rooms for the night so that he might properly heal. He accepted, though chose to sleep in the rafters anyway, outside of the Princess’ room. Originally he was to sleep in the room he was assigned earlier in the day in the servants’ quarters, but he couldn’t do it. Perhaps it was the residual adrenaline that was coursing through his body or the feeling that he still had a ward to watch, but nevertheless, he kept at his post, though he slept through the night as his fellow Brother watched with careful eyes, occasionally making a round when she noticed he was awake. The next day, when the Princess was out of her room, the other Brother again took his shift and Finn slept nearly the entirety of the day. He was excused by the other Brother when she returned in the evening saying that the blood loss took time until someone was ready again. He was.

He spent the rest of the day, until the sun was out of sight and the stars beginning to blink into existence, going through his drills, sparring with other Brothers when they approached him. Included in those Brothers was the woman who had approached him in the rafters outside of his ward’s room, the woman who had a knowingly look in her eye that was mixed with pity and understanding. Brother McCall was her name. They sparred against each other longer than the rest, taking small breaks when they tired and the match had no clear winner. She was a slightly older than himself, he would guess, and she was significantly quicker than Finn, which he had never experienced before. Usually he was the smaller, quick one, even against women. His frame was thin and he knew how to use it to his advantage, but when faced with a woman who was nearly half his size who had more experience than he, it was a new set of movements entirely. In the end, when the sun was low, she bested him for the third time, a very real dagger pressed against his throat and the flat side of the other pressing against his ribcage, the side that had been healed a week prior.

Brother McCall left him following a brief handclasp. He had no doubt that he’d see her in the rafters again.

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The days that followed were a blur, during which he almost never left the rafters outside the room of Noemi, of the Princess. Into the evening of that first day, Brother McCall brought him dinner and at night when he was sure the Princess was asleep the two Brothers sparred in the garden right outside her room. Even though the hate he was sure she must feel towards him, he couldn’t bear to be away from her.